The class hadn't been entirely thrilled when they first arrived at the private beach resort. Sure, it was gorgeous—the waves lapping gently at the shore, the sand pristine and soft beneath their feet—but the idea of being in the sun all day didn't appeal to everyone.

Katsuki grumbled about sand getting everywhere. Todoroki quietly muttered something about preferring colder climates. Even Tokoyami had retreated under the shade, arms crossed as if offended by the sheer brightness of the place.

That all changed in an instant.

The moment you came back, carrying a tray of ice-cold drinks, the atmosphere shifted. You barely paid any mind to the sudden silence as you set the drinks into the cooler, your focus already on the volleyball game you’d promised to join. A grin tugged at your lips as you turned and jogged toward the court where the girls were waiting.

And that was when the trouble started.

The guys, who had previously been slouching in their beach chairs or lingering under umbrellas, were suddenly at full attention. Midoriya nearly choked on his water, Kaminari’s brain short-circuited for a second, and Sero nudged Kirishima so hard he nearly fell off his seat.

"Dude," Kirishima whispered, eyes wide. "Are we in a dream right now?"

Katsuki, for all his usual brashness, went dead silent. His crimson eyes locked onto the volleyball game like it was a life-or-death battle. He wasn’t the only one. Todoroki, previously indifferent, suddenly found himself staring, his two-toned gaze flickering with something unreadable. Even Tokoyami, a sworn enemy of the sun, peered over from the shade, the words "darkness prevails" dying on his tongue.

The game itself was a spectacle. Seven of you, completely immersed in the match, laughing and calling out plays, completely oblivious to the absolute chaos unfolding behind you. Each movement—whether it was diving for the ball, jumping to spike, or simply high-fiving after a good play—only made it worse for the guys.